‘Peter Mabus has been using the public’s fear to spew his hatred and lies for too long. This man is a phony, his entire political campaign taking advantage of a religious renaissance that has swept the country since the events of December 2012. What happened back then was not religious or sacrilegious in nature, it was simply an extraterrestrial event. Thousands of years ago, an advanced race of humans came to our world to prepare modern man to face the 2012 threat. These humans, who called themselves the Guardian, helped educate ancient man. They were our allies, our friends, our leaders. They taught our ancestors about astronomy and architecture, and built great temples and shrines, which they used to conceal relay stations that would be used in 2012 to emit a high-energy EM beacon. It was this beacon that thwarted the nuclear missiles that nearly destroyed us. My husband, Michael Gabriel, was one of the Guardian’s genetically chosen humans, one of the few amongst us capable of accessing the Guardian’s vessel to activate the array. He was not the Antichrist, as Peter Mabus’s fanatical followers make him out to be, he was a man, confused about his destiny, but he was a hero, and he risked his life to save us all.’

‘And what happened to Michael? Where is he now?’

‘I don’t know. The biological entity he entered was capable of moving between dimensions, at least that’s what I’m told. Both the entity and Mick disappeared.’

‘But there’s also another possibility, isn’t there, Dominique? That maybe the entity self-destructed?’

‘Yes, that’s possible.’

‘Let’s talk about your sons. Peter Mabus makes them out to be demons.’

‘Peter Mabus is a selfish, self-righteous asshole who preys upon the public’s ignorance. My sons are wonderful children, gifted, yes, but innocent children.’

‘Can we see them?’

‘Of course.’

‘Stay tuned, 20/20 will be right back with the first exclusive footage of the Gabriel twins.’

‘And … cut!’

Barbara pats Dominique on the knee. ‘You’re doing great. We’re already set up in the gym. Do you need a break?’

‘No, I’m okay.’ Dominique accepts a bottled water from a technician, then leads Barbara out of the house. A brisk ocean breeze messes up her hair as she crosses the compound to the athletic facility.

They enter the secured building and follow an interior corridor to the main gym. The grunts and groans of young children can be heard within.

Dominique pushes open the door.

The three-year-old Gabriel twins are dressed in white karate outfits with black pants. White-haired, blue-eyed Jacob wears a black belt, his dark-eyed, ebony-headed brother sporting a green obi.

The cameras are rolling as Master Gustafu Pope places a two-inch concrete slab across the top of two cinder blocks. ‘Okay, Jacob, remember, focus your mind. Move into the moment and harness your inner strength.’